Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1887-09-01
NY MARYLAND"

Not tha; reference Is here made Ia
ihe 'ng-, not 10 the general poetry
c; ii : v c.) In most cases neithe,
vor'ls IA music have had vitality
tno' sh &c survive a quarter of q c, n.
tur,. r. lily, indeed, two thing.
only survive, one Southern and the
oiher Northern, one war-cry in
i vers, the other a martial tune one
i-..a lyric. 9 Marylard.n and the
other is tie marching song, "John
Browns body" The origin and de,
veloI meut of the latter, the rude
chant to which a million of the
soldiers OF the Union kept time, is
uncertain and involved in dispute.
The history of the former may be de-
ciaret exactly; and by the courtesy
OF those no did the deed-for the
making ol war song is of a truth a
deed at az ms am enabled to state
fully the circumstances under which
1t Was written, set to music, and first
sung before the soldiers of the South.
My MARYLAND.
The despot's heel is upon thy shore,
Maryland,
His torch is at thy temple door,
Maryland.
Avenge the patriotic gore.
That feckei the streets Of Baltimore,
And he the hattle-queen of vore,
Maryland Ny Maryland
hark to an exiled sons appeal,
Maryland!
, Maryland,
For life and death. for woe and veal
Thy peerless chiyairy reveal,
And gird thy beautious limbs with steel
Maryland My Maryland.
Thou wilt not cover in the dust.
-. Maryland
Thy beaming sword shall never rust,
Maryland.
Remember CarrollS sacred trust.
Remember lIowarEs war-likc thrust
And all III, slumhyrcrS with thr lust,
Maryland! My Maryland
Come; Ii. the red dawn of the day,
Maryland
Come with lhy ranoplied array,
n.y., Maryland
With ring 'old's spirit for the fray.
W .th Watsuns blood at Monterey,
Win ieariv<s Lowe and dashiug MAY,
Maryland My Maryland.
Dear MothrT, burst the tyrants chain.
-. Maryland,
Virginia Should not call in vain.
MARYLAND,
She meets .'r sisters on the plain,
S.r Smpr. lis the proud refrain
That haflt minioDs back amain,
Maryland
Arise, in III ie>ty again,
Maryland. My Maryland.
Come for'hy shield is bright and strong,
Maryland,
Come, for Thy dalliance does the wrong,
Maryland,
Come 70 thine own heroic thrung.
Stalking with liberty along.
And chaul. thy dauntlcss slogan-snng,
Maryland Ny MARYLAND
lsce The blush upon Thy check,
Maryland,
For thou vast ever bravely meek,
Mary land!
But. 10 there surgcs forth shrek,
From hill L. hill, In IN creek 10 creek,
Potomac calls 10 Chesapeake.
MARYLAND Ny Maryland.
T"or wilt not yicld the vandal ,oll,
Maryland,
Thou wilt not crook to his control,
Now low, Il
Better the lire upon the roll,
Better the sEut, the blade. the bowl,
Than cru"IiiXion uf the soul
Maryland My Maryland,
hear the distant thunder hum,
MARYLAND.
The Old Line buglc, fife, and drum,
Maryland,
She is not dead, nor deaf nor dumb.
HuZZa :. she Spurns the Northern scum
She hrcathrS. She burns She'll come
She'll come
Maryland Ny Maryland!
my Maryland r was written by
Mr.. James r. Randall, a native of
Baltimore. and now residing in Au-
gusta, Ga The poet was professor
OF Engis'l literature and the classics
in Poydras College at Pointe Coupee,
on the Faus>e Riviere, in Louisiana,
about seven miles from the Missis>ip-
pi; and there, in April, l>6l, he read
in the Nlw Orleans Data the news OF
J the attack on the Massachusetts, troops
as they Used through Baltimore.
This account excited me greatly"
Mr.. Randall writes, IN answer to my
request for information 81 had long
been absent from my native city, and
the startling event there inhamed my
mind. Taat night could not sleep,
for my nerves were all uEstsung, and
| could not di-.aIss what | had read
II she paper from my mind. About
midnight arose. lit candle. aud went
to my desk. some powerful spirit
4rgsAr.d to possess me, and almost
inyoluu'aTi!y proceeded TO write the
sODs of My Maryland l remember
that tn idea appeared to hrst take
The shaI, as music in the brain-some
Wild al, that l cannot Gov recall.
The whc,2 poem was dashed off rapid
y ~heL nee begun. 1t was not com
Ios,i J. {, III brood, bat under wh 4